What if there was a wild patch of woods where life could flourish, untouched? And suppose in this patch there were benches and chairs for the people to see and think? In another place, a patch of tall straw and the sound of chiquitas and crickets. Placed sporadically are chairs where one can relax and unwind. More places to think, less noise and hustle. Will we find anything to escape the stirring?
It’s called a church…
But in the church I find myself facing regret and remorse,
Because I know I’ve utilized blinders.
And I know I could be much more content if I listened more often.
"Don’t be impatient, the right person tends to come when you give up looking and stressing about it. I don’t know who that girl is for you but i know you deserve the most amazing girl. You’re an awesome guy and have been an amazing friend to me. I’ll never forget that. I’m glad that talking to me makes you happy, talking to you makes me happy as well."
Really remarkable to see where each day is taking me now. How easily another day is affected by the work I do on one is very visible and amazing to see. How odd things have changed and how strangely and suddenly I’m faced with options and new challenges. How different relationships can be in another 2 weeks if I pursue any new options. How confused and unsure I am, indecisive and distrusting, hopeful and anxious…